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kuwdora · 2 years ago

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part 6: do it for the process - a naked vid draft: What (Yennefer of Vengerberg)

Part 1: introduction and verse 1 Part 2: verse 3 Part 3: verse 1 and chorus 1 - fleshed out Part 4: verse 2 and chorus 2 - getting it down Part 5: transitions! Chorus 1 to verse 2 - refining the timing Welcome to the final installment of the naked vid draft. This is Eve's "What" to The Witcher Netflix season 2 featuring my favorite Yennefer. I've worked on my timing. I've messed with my color but I am not done with that at all in this draft, so this is maybe 96% done right now. But the rest I'm very happy about! So if you haven't watched any of the other video snippets and want to learn more, check out the links above. If you just want to see the final result, well smash that play button and groove along with Yen:

Things of note: File name: kuwdrafta_what031923-06-finalish.mp4 I created an intro! Gorgeous Yen shot with some basic title credits in the Witcher font. I hate spending time on titles unless I want them to Mean Something or be extremely pretty. The color correction/lighting is poor right now, booo, but I ALWAYS leave that to be the last thing I do. I edited the song from 3:19 down to 2:45 because I didn't need the repeated chorus at the end and the opening beats were far too long. Fade in! Fade out! No other editing necessary, thankfully! I still am undecided about the early Tissaia clips and soldier memory/flashback to Sodden in the first chorus but ehhh I still have time to make final decisions. This vid has also made me realize how intentional Yen's costume design was with her black dress and gold embroidery. All of the Voleth Meir burning ash?? And the way the light reflects on Yen's dress? It's like the same thing. I love it and don't know why I didn't notice it until I had the moving shot of Voleth Meir's ashes and Yen running in verse 3. Love it. I love Yen. I love vidding Yen. ❤️❤️❤️

That's it! I made this vid last weekend with the bulk of the work on Saturday and finished up most of it on Sunday. I have just a little bit of fussing to do with the color. Aaaand I have to write up some vid posts and upload it to YouTube and my webhosting and crosspost it. Ugh. After all these years of making vids I'm still excited about finishing vids...but I hate that final hurdle of exporting and getting it in front of people's eyes. Writing up these process+commentary posts has been fun but also making me feel less rushed want to bother finishing up the final vid post right away. It's still rewarding to get a vid done but yeah, the bulk of my excitement came from making the thing. Vidding YAY!!

#viddingdora #naked vid draft #fanvid #fanvids #the witcher #the witcher neflix #yennefer #my vids #my witcher vids #the vidding process #work in progress

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haechanhues · 4 years ago

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Like Unrequited

Part ONE | Part TWO | Part THREE | Part FOUR

pairing : heeseung x fem!reader / sunghoon x fem!reader

genre : angst/fluff. bulleted.

warnings : unrequited crush. slight feelings of awkwardness and abandonment. ambiguous relationship though - especially towards the end.

summary : how to confess to someone who doesn’t feel the same.

‘I like you, Heeseung’

All you could see was his eyes

How they enlarged at the words you just spluttered

He hesitated

And at that the world seemed to rush down your throat and rob you of the air in your lungs

Uh.

But still the hope in your stomach flickered like a small fire

A small pathetic little fire

‘I-I….I don’t see you in that way Y/N...I’m sorry.’

Heeseung didn’t smile as he said that

But he squeezed at your shoulder to anchor you down to the reality of it all

You liked Heeseung

And he didn’t like you back

All those teenage movies you watched in an attempt to motivate you seemed to laugh at you

All those beautiful actresses and all those beautiful actors planting the seed of false hope in the victims of love unrequited

‘That’s okay?’

You smiled.

I’m sure you’ve never seen yourself wear the most bullshit smile you’ve ever bullshitted

Heeseung smacked his lips together and warmly smiled at you

‘I’ll see you at school tomorrow, okay?’

Uh.

‘..Maybe. I might just, uh- hang out in the library for a while.’

He grimaced at that

He didn’t want to make you feel as if you weren’t friends

He didn’t want to say ‘friends tho, right?’ as some sort of compensation for your feelings he didn’t share

He felt for you

He loved you (in a way that was only platonic)

And yet-

‘Okay.’

The next day Heeseung had waved at you whilst flanked by the other boys and Ryujin at his side

Jungwon hugged you and asked if you were coming to lunch

‘Nope,’

‘BOOO,’ Niki shouted in Sunoo’s ear

‘What about tomorrow then? I’ve still got that post I want you to see in person’ Jay whined.

‘I dunno I’ll let you know though.’

Ryujin squeezed your hand as she followed you down the hallway away from the boys

‘How was it?’ Ryujin bit her lip with her sympathetic eyes

You shook your head

‘Imma need time. I think.’

‘Okay. Don’t be a stranger.’

Ryujin smiled and hugged you tightly, ‘It’s just one guy, my buddy.’

‘A guy I just happen to like and who’s kind and who I used to gush about for hours on end and-’

‘I was trying to lighten the mood, but my bad,’ Ryujin chuckled a little before letting you go

‘Mhmm’

With a final goodbye you dawdled to the library with your assignments and errands listed in your head for you to do

You took a seat and dug through your bag for your books and pencil case filled with pens and highlighters and got to working

You spent what felt like hours in the library, filling in gaps and writing down notes that you’ve been holding off for what felt like weeks

You sighed as you flicked out your wrist in an attempt to dissipate your pen cramp

That’s when the antics of two boys called your attention

They whispered heatedly between the two of them as they fussed over their written notes and their bags

‘Out of all days, you’re cramming now?’

‘I didn’t know it was due today and you didn’t either!’

‘You don’t even have a pen-’

You giggled to yourself and that had the boys look over to you sheepishly

‘Hey,’

‘Can I borrow a pen?’

You grinned and nodded, pulling out a pen of your pencil case

‘Oh my god. Why aren’t you this helpful?’

‘Fuck you.’

After awhile as they had written down all their points and you had gone back to your work, giggling a little at their quips

‘Here’s your pen. Thanks, really.’

‘No worries...what test is it for?’

‘This science research test. I’m not prepared for it, obviously. But Jake is.’

Sunghoon had explained, cocking his head toward Jake

Jake giggled in reply

‘In that case, you may as well keep the pen.’

Sunghoon grinned

‘Thank you. Do you want the pen back?’

‘I’m not sure about today.. but that could change.’

Meanwhile in the background, Jake smirked at your little exchange, preparing to tell all his and Sunghoon’s friends about his little conversation with a pretty girl in the library

The next few days were spent with Sunghoon and Jake

They had an assignment due that next Wednesday

You had your errands

But as the hours and the days flew by, the time spent actually working on your studies depleted and they were spent getting to know each other

They both gave your their number and you gave yours

You started making plans for after school and weekends

Ryujin wanted you to come to a party with her on Saturday (the boys were going to be there too and Sunoo was missing you)

But you had plans (with Sunghoon)

You started missing phone calls from your friends because you were busy spending time with Sunghoon.

You told Sunghoon and Jake all about your attempt at confessing and that had set Jake off on a tangent about how stupid the guy was and Sunghoon had opted to hold your hand

Your library hangouts had turned into ‘hangouts’ and extended outside of the library

And one day you were with Sunghoon and Jake on the lunch table, smiling at their antics and their whatever-the-fuck-they-were-doing

‘Y/N!’

You turned towards the voice, Sunghoon and Jake following you too

Sunoo reached towards you and hugged you

‘Feel like I never see you, like ever.’

‘I miss you.’

‘Me too,’ You smile.

You looked over at Heeseung and your smile failed a little bit at the way he held a girl’s hand in his

‘Hey,’ He smiled, feeling a little awkward at the revelation of his new girlfriend/friend/fling?

Truthfully he didn’t know who she was

But he wanted to find out

He was also confused at the new friends of yours

Jungwon walked over to you, looking at Sunghoon confusedly, ‘I didn’t know you knew Y/N.’

‘Surprise’

Sunghoon watched as you struggled to gain the confidence to introduce them to your other friends

He reached over and grabbed your hand in his, offering a small smile ‘I’m Sunghoon’

‘Jake’

‘I haven’t seen you in awhile my girl,’ Ryujin said, toe tapping your ankle

‘Sorry, I’ve been with these two this whole time. Super busy.’

Everyone frowns at your short sentence and your sudden uncomfortableness with the whole group in front of you, your easygoingness replaced with something that felt foreign to them

That didn’t really change throughout the week

The only one that really got the same response from you was Sunoo and even that was tampered with

You smiled in front of Sunghoon and Jake like you’re usual

Jungwon, Heeseung, Niki, Jay and Ryujin could only look on as you seemed to distance yourself from them all

Jay still had that one post he had to show you but when he had shown it too

You had pursed your lips in reply and looked at Jake with a secretive smile that you used to use with him

But you smiled at Jay and hugged him goodbye

They weren’t happy (meaning Heeseung and pals)

You did miss your friends

But-

You were happy with Sunghoon and Jake.

Very happy.

Heeseung sighed at the way you branched off with your new friends, leaving him and Ryujin in the dust

‘Okay, I can’t fucking do this anymore,’

Ryujin swore and turned towards him

‘You need to fucking say something. Because I’m sick and tired of being ignored by my best fucking friend in exchange for two boys. Two hot boys, but still boys nonetheless.’

Heeseung sighed at that

He did, didn’t he

So with a bated breath, he approached you when you were alone

No Sunghoon or Jake

Just you

He loomed over you as he attempted to find the words to say

‘Hey’

How are you?’

‘Good. You?’

‘I’m good.’

You nodded and looked over his shoulder in an attempt to find your friends

‘Y/N. Listen.’

Heeseung pleaded and he looked so desperate you couldn’t help but stare at him

‘I like you as my friend so please just keep being my friend.’

‘I am. I am, I just want space and I want time to be able to treat you like a pal and not the guy I like, Heeseung.’

‘That doesn’t explain why you’re ignoring the whole group.’

‘I’m not.’

‘You are! Sunoo misses you like fucking crazy and you are actually separated from Ryujin. That doesn’t feel normal.’

‘But I like being around the boys,’

‘SO LET THEM JOIN US. You don’t even have to look at me or speak to me, if you’re going to be my friend, please for the love of everything cheesy, we’re your friends too. Jay has even started sulking and you know he doesn’t hold grudges.’

You sighed

‘You’re right.’

‘I’m always right.’

‘I’ll let Sunghoon and Jake know then.’

‘Yes. Do that.’

So that lunch time, after attempting to persuade Jake who was more than happy to greet friends of yours and Sunghoon who was unhappy with Heeseung still

Sunghoon looked at you softly and then looked at Heeseung in a way that wasn’t the most friendly

‘Hey guys. This is Sunghoon and Jake.’

Jake waved and Sunghoon nodded, linking his fingers with yours

You turned towards him with a small smile

‘Uhhh- I was hoping we could all-join?’

They all couldn’t have been faster to nod or make room for you, welcoming you back with open arms and eager hearts.

author’s note : fun fact but it’s not really over.

#enhypenwriters #enhypen fic #enhypen bullet au #enhypen sunghoon fic #enhypen heeseung fic #enhypen sunghoon bullet au #enhypen heeseung bullet au #enhypen scenarios #enhypen imagines #enhypen heeseung scenarios #enhypen sunghoon imagines #enhypen x reader scenarios #enhypen x reader fic #enhypen x reader imagines #enhypen x reader bullet au

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tanzaniiite · 5 years ago

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Prompt #25 with iwai please ;; btw your writing is very tasty !! Keep up the good work & stay safe !!

WORTH IT • IWAIZUMI H.

prompt: “apparently everyone has a bet going on that we get together”

requests: OPEN

warnings: none!

word count: 1.5k

i’m so sorry this took as long as it did! with everything going on in the world my motivation has plummeted but i hope you enjoy! thank you for the request!

"Ugh can you two stop flirting and just get together already"

You rolled your eyes at Matsukawa's comment as you helped put the volleyballs away. "Aw, I'm sorry is it bothering you that my love life is more interesting than yours?" You retort, smirking a bit. Mattsun just gaps at you, "Rude" He replies narrowing his eyes. You giggle as you hear Oikawa cackling on the other side of the gym. Iwaizumi comes to you and puts the last volleyball in the bin, "He's just laughing because it's not him that's getting made fun of for once" He whispers, which causes you to laugh some more.

Iwaizumi looks at you a small smile gracing his features, "Someone's giggly today" He mentions, poking your side. You smack his hand away, "It's sleep deprivation and don't do that" You explain. Hajime smirks, "That's right, you're ticklish. You do that little snort thing too" He mocks, fake snorting which makes you blush slightly. "Oh shut up! Are you ready to go? I got homework to do" You say, grabbing your bag.

"Actually I'm gonna stay, practice a bit more with Shittykawa" He states, pointing at Oikawa fussing with Mattsun and Makki. "Booo, you suck" You tease, shaking your head disapprovingly. "You swallow" Iwaizumi countered not missing a beat. You groan and punch his shoulder, "You're gross" You remarked, scrunching your nose in disgust, causing Iwaizumi to laugh loudly.

Oikawa walks up to you two, smiling like the Cheshire Cat. "Ugh, what're you up to dumbass?" Hajime asked, already fed up with Tooru from earlier today. Oikawa gasped, "I'm not up to anything Iwa-chan! I'm hurt that you think so low of me" He declared, feigning hurt or maybe he actually was hurt. Who knows? Iwaizumi rolled his eyes, "Spare me the dramatics. What do you want?" He inquired, crossing his arms over his chest.

"So direct" You commented while texting your mother on your whereabouts. "I know right? Anyways, I can't do extra practice today, my sister called and needs me to watch Takeru. Sorry" Oikawa said. "That's fine, we'll practice another time" Hajime nodded. Once Oikawa was out of earshot, you turned to Iwaizumi, "Does this mean you can walk me home now?" You asked, already putting on your jacket.

Iwaizumi chuckled, "And why would I do that? Your house is in the opposite direction of mine". You pout a bit, "Uh because you always walk me home, asshat" You retort, crossing your arms. Hajime ruffles your hair, "I'm just teasing, relax. Toss a few sets for me then I'll take you home" He requests, getting a volleyball from the bin. You shake your head, "Hell no, your definition of a 'few sets' means we'll be here all goddamn night" You claim, turning to leave. He grabs your backpack and pulls you back, "I'm serious, just a few". You narrow your eyes at him before groaning, "Ugh fine! But only a few, I already told my mom I'm on my way home" You say, shrugging off your bag and jacket.

"My mom is going to kill me"

Iwaizumi laughed, "I'm sorry," He said, rubbing the back of his neck. You glare at him, "No you're not" You reply, furrowing your eyebrows. "You're right, I'm not. But hey at least your sets are getting better, you're welcome" He laughed. You just rolled your eyes and continued walking. The rest of the walk to your house was in comfortable silence. You turned to look at the brunette next to you. Damn, he was gorgeous. You could confidently say that you have a massive crush on Hajime. But it wasn't always that way. When you two first met, you couldn't stand each other, you thought he was rude and standoffish while he thought you were a major bitch. You couldn't help but smile thinking about how much your relationship has grown. It was your classic 'enemies to lovers' trope, except that you guys weren't lovers. Best friends? Sure. Lovers? Definitely not.

Although the average person looking in on your relationship with Iwaizumi would say differently. You two flirted constantly as if there was some sort of competition on who could rile up the other more. And it didn't help that you and him were practically attached at the hip. Hajime walked you to class, walked you home, helped you study, hell, he's even met your family. The two of you were practically dating by default! You want to ask Iwaizumi out but you're scared of rejection, obviously. You didn't want to fuck up the good thing you two had going now. You didn't want to make a move unless you were absolutely sure he felt the same. And unfortunately, Hajime didn't wear his heart on his sleeve, the only way you would know his feelings is if he told you.

"Damn Y/n, do I have dirt on my face or something?"

You snapped out of your thoughts and looked at Iwaizumi who was staring at you, mild concern written on his face. You just shook your head and focused your attention on the pavement in front of you, "W-What? No, you're fine" You replied, embarrassed. Hajime just blinked before nudging you slightly, "You good?" He inquired. You nodded and offered him a small smile, "Yeah I'm good". The silence that was once comfortable was now awkward. Iwaizumi wasn't stupid, he knew something was on your mind but what? He wasn't sure. The last thing he ever wanted, was for things to be uncomfortable with you. The relationship you two had was strange enough but he loved it. He even felt selfish for wanting more, thinking this is as good as it's going to get with you. The brunette racked his brain trying to think of something that would break the suffocating silence. Suddenly he remembered something he overheard the team talking about a few practices ago. "Hey, so... apparently everyone has a bet going on that we'll get together. What'd you think of that?" He asked, also looking ahead of him.

You turned to look at him again. Was this his attempt of finally asking you out? Or were you reading into it too much? "Oh yeah? Well, what's the bet exactly?" You inquired, genuinely curious. Iwaizumi glanced at you, "So it's between Mattsun, Makki, and Oikawa. The disaster duo bet that we'll get together by the end of the year. Because we're too oblivious to realize our feelings for one another. And the dumbass believes that we'll get together by the end of this month because it's Oikawa. The wager was that if Shittykawa wins, the duo has to serve him for a month. And if the duo wins, Oikawa has to ask out one of his psycho fangirls" Hajime explained. Wow, those were some pretty high stakes. You smirked a bit, "Is it bad that I want Oikawa to lose?" You asked, laughing slightly.

"Yeah, I kind of want him to lose too" Iwaizumi laughed, "But the only downside to that is that I'll have to wait until after this month to ask you out," He said. You looked at him with wide eyes. Ask you out? He was planning on doing that? Since when? "A-Ask me out?" You repeated, your voice wavering a bit. "Yeah, I was gonna do it this weekend but I really wanna see Oikawa suffer with one of his fangirls" Hajime sighed, shaking his head. You quickly step in front of him, grabbing his shoulders and looking at him with a serious expression. "Are you serious? This isn't a joke, right? I'll literally hate you if you're joking" You claimed. Taken aback by your sudden movements Iwaizumi stared at you blankly before answering, "Y-Yeah I'm serious. I, um, I really like you". You felt like throwing up but not in a bad way. Your heart felt like it wanted to beat right out of your chest. Is this what it was like to have a heart attack?

"If you really like me, then ask me out now"

Hajime's face suddenly became red, so much so that he looked like a strawberry. "H-Huh? What about the bet-" He started. "Forget the bet! I like you too stupid, I've liked you for longer than I'd like to admit. So please, ask me out" You pleaded, looking at him with those beautiful eyes of yours. Iwaizumi swallowed thickly, "Okay then, this is really happening. Y/n, want to go out with me this weekend?" He asked, shyly looking to side trying to avoid eye contact. You smiled so wide, one would think your face was about to tear in two. "Of course I'll go out with you" You answered, finally letting go of his shoulders and embracing him tightly. Iwaizumi smiled and returned the embrace while burying his face in your hair. "I've waited for this moment for so long" You confessed, your voice muffled. Hajime chuckled, "Well, I hope it was worth the wait," He said. You pulled away, holding Iwaizumi's face in your hands before kissing him deeply. When you two separated, you giggled at his dazed expression.

"It was definitely worth the wait"

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millytempesta · 4 years ago

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Mine and only.

Chapter 2, chapter 3.

Paring: Bokuto Koutarou X reader

Rating: fluff.

Summary: After another date went horribly wrong, all that (y/n) wished for was for the only man in her life that ever understand her, to become a human.Little did she knows that her pet owl wished for the same thing, and that magically their dream became true.

Warnings: This story will contai SMUT.

A/n: I realized that this chapter is a little rushed, it’s the first time I’m writing somethin, sorry. Also I'm already sorry for all the spell and grammar error, english is not my first language.

Tapping sound is all that can be heard around the office.

Tap tap tap…“Ugh…” a groan can be heard from one of the desks.“My head is killing me…” (e/c) eyes scan the office, almost empty at this hour of the day.The clock shows 8.45 pm ‘Only 15 more minutes left and I’ll finally be able to go back home’. Her eyes land back on her desk, where a small frame is situated. Her small hand takes hold of it, studying the picture inside of it. A dreamy smile appeared on her pink lips. ‘My Bo, he must be worried I’m this late… I need to finish this quickly!’. With a look of determination the (h/c) haired girl turned back to her computer and started typing again.

‘For my Bo!’

“And.... Done!”, with a satisfied nod, she turns off the computer, ready to finally head back home. ‘I should stop by the store to buy some of Bo’s favourite food as a sorry, and maybe some more wine for the weekend’ she thinks happily, moving to the elevator, but before she could even get near it a squeaky voice calls her name. "(Y/n)! (Y/n)! Wait, I need to tell you something!!!” The blond girl jogged to her with a huge smile on her face. With a sigh, the (h/c) haired girl turned to face her, already knowing what was going to come. “You are not going home, are you?”

“… Yes…?” A whine escapes from the younger girl in front of her. “But it’s Friday night, we don’t have work tomorrow and the day after! Come to have a drink with me and my friends, you’ll have more fun!” With an apologetical smile, she answered “I’m sorry Ichika-chan, but I’m too tired today… Maybe the next time okay?”

But was only met with a disappointed look “You always say so, but never come… You know, in my group of friends there are a lot of hotties, I bet you’ll find someone of your likening”. “I’m not-” the blond girl waved her off “Yeah yeah, you are interested in dating at the moment, because you all heart belongs to Bo… Yeah same story every time, when will you change your mind? You are already 25, you won’t be young forever you know? It’s now that you need to experiment, to truly live your life. Not passing all your time playing the housewife, you can do that once you’ll have your kids.” Green eyes lock on (e/c), searching for something that apparently she did not find, since a defeated sigh escapes from her lips. “Look, I don’t like to nag you every time, I am just worried about you… Since that guy accident happened you stopped going out, closing yourself in your apartment with Bo… You know I like him, but I miss my friend, and I want too some time to spend with her, getting drunk, doing stupid things and talking about sex experience of the night before”. Guilt starts expanding in the older girl for making her friend worry so much and making her feel left alone.

(Y/n) didn’t have many friends, they all stubbed her in the back. Ichika was the only constant in her life, way before she met Bo. She knew about this point that all the little girl said was only for the best, that’s why she always found it almost impossible saying no to her. With a sigh she locks eyes with her “I promise you I’ll come tomorrow night out okay?”. A huge grin spreaded on Ichika’s face, happy that her friend decided to spend some quality time together. “Hey I’m counting on it, I’ll tell the guys too. We are gonna have so much fun tomorrow!!”. With a last hug and excited exchange of location and time, the two went their separate ways back home.

After stopping by the shop, (Y/n) finally arrived home. Opening the door she announced herself “Booo, I’m hoome”. A loud flap sound can be heard before a big gray and black mass of feathers appeared from the bedroom door. “CRIP”. A big horned owl made his way towards the girl, who is waiting for him with her arms wide open. Yes, the guy who is stuck on her head 24/7 is none other than her lively and cuddly pet owl.(Y/n) and Bo met 1 years ago, during her morning jog in the park, where she heard his screaming. A dog had one of his wings in his mouth, shaking the poor bird from side to side. She couldn’t leave him there, so she runned to him and scared the dog away. Turning back, she felt like an electric shock runned through her, when yellow eyes met her (e/c) ones. It was like in that moment, a bond formed between the two, proved when the injured animal itself moved closer to her, letting the girl lift him in her warm embrace. It was only natural for her to take the pet in her home, taking care of his healing and loving him beyond any other relationship that she ever had. In exchange, the horned owl, once healed, didn’t once leave her side, always waiting for her to come back home, and going out hunting for treasure to show her on her return.

“Hi big boy! I missed you so much!” she says sweetly, stroking the bird’s head who is resting on her chest. With an annoyed tone, the owl looked at her “HOOT!” Trying to calm the bird stroking under his chin,“I know, I’m late… I’m sorry, I had lots of work to do” she tried to explain. But that seemed to don’t convince him, as he took a step back and opened his wings to her “Hoot hoot!” showing how he was not happy about it. Fidgeting with her hands, the girl looked at the owl through her lashes, and with her best pout she continued “But I bought you your favorite for tonight… Will you forgive me?”. At that the howl started jumping happily “Hooooooot!!”

A giggle escapes her at the cute image of her happy pet. Moving to the kitchen, she started unpacking the groceries, taking out the rabbit for her pet, and the vegetables to prepare her pasta. After some cooking, she placed their food on their plates and moved to the sofa, where her olw was waiting for her. “HoooOOooT!” he started jumping as soon as he saw her with the food. Giggling she sat on the floor, placing his plate next to her “Calm down, or you’ll spill it everywhere!”. Ignoring her warning, he started devouring the food, sending bits of it everywhere. Shaking her head she turned and started eating her food “At least I know you like it, cooking for you always brings me so much satisfaction”. In response she received a purred like “hoooot”, emphasizing her point.

After they both finished she sat on the sofa, bird laying on her tummy, watching some action movie on the tv, Bo’s favourite.

When the scene with the main character kissing came, a sigh escaped the girl’s lips. “Hoot?” a curious sound came from the big feathers-like-tummy-warmer. Without looking at him she started talking “You know… I miss it…”. Looking down at the confused yellow eyes she continued “I miss being kissed, touched… I miss being in love, being for once the one pampered” Turning back to the screen, another sigh escapes her “I’m going out tomorrow night, I might pass the night out if I’ll find someone…”.

“CRIP” Suddenly the bird stood up and flapped his wings. “Hey I’m coming back in the morning okay? And we’ll have a cuddle day together-” The bird interrupted her flying away in the bedroom “Booo, please, it’s only tomorrow night” no response. After some seconds, worried, she made her way in the room, but found it empty. It’s not the first time the bird went out, so she tried brushing it off and decided to go to sleep, knowing he would be back and cuddling next to her. But after one hour of waiting under the covers, alone, she started panicking.

Bo always came back during night time, never letting her sleep alone. Moving to the window, relief washed on her, seeing her pet sitting on the big tree in their garden. She could swear she saw her bird in an emo-like mode, pouting at her when their eyes met. “Bo… What are you doing there? C’mon, get inside” she said using her sweet voice. The owl seemed conflicted if giving up on his sulking state, but apparently deciding she didn’t deserve his time that night, he turned his back to her. “Bo… I can’t sleep without you… Please… I need you next to me…” at that his ears perked up and, rotating his head of 180°, he looked back at her. Smiling, knowing she already won, she finally said “You are the cutest bird, and best horned owl I ever saw, and I loooOOOoove you!! Can you now come and cuddle on the bed?”. Pumping his chest out -provoking her to roll her eyes- he quickly made his way on the bet, jumping in a way that meant for her to get into bed with him. “I’m coming, I’m coming” she said giggling. Cuddling near the soft feathers, her eyes became heavier. With a yawn she gave her the good night and before falling into the land of dreamland, a whispered “I love you Bo” made his way out of her.

This night couldn’t go worse.

She knew that going out was going to be a total mess. She knew she had to stay at home with Bo, watching some action film and eating meat all day.

But no… She decided to go out…

And now she found herself having to kick out the guy she met that night, who was screaming like a mad man at her, saying the worst offences she ever heard, in complete contrast with the world he was telling her when he was trying to get in her pants, because he tried to hurt her pet. On his defense Bo tried to attack him, having seen him as an intruder on his territory and a threat for her owner, probably not understanding the moans that escaped her while he pushed her against the wall. But she couldn’t find in her to be worried about the man, who risked his eye probably, when he tried to grab Bo’s wings as a defence from his claws. All she could see was her lovely pet, risking to be seriously harmed from a stupid madman. And now she found herself with a sulking owl and a man screaming at her door at 1 in the morning. She’ll have to deal with all the noise complaints tomorrow. “I’m sorry… I should have known better to take a stranger in the house”. No response from the bird, who was now under the small table, back turned to her. “I put you in danger, when I promised you no harm would have come to you in my presence” Her voice started shaking. Still no response. A tear fell from her eyes “I am so sorry Bo” a sob escaped her. Closing her eyes, she let herself cry, knowing how much she fuked up, and that maybe her pet would never trust her again. A soft and warm wing spread across her back, followed by a softer head nugging at her harm. “Hoot…” he sounded so fragile. She turned and looked back at him “I am sorry Bo, it won’t happen again”. The owl nugged his head under her arm, making her space for him to cuddle her side. “Hoooot” the purring-like sound made her smile, a reassurance for her that he was no more mad.

Taking him on her arms, she made her way to the bed, laying down with the soft animal on her chest. That night she fell asleep with the weight on her body increasing, and with the most beautiful voice whispering in her ear a soft “I love you (Y/n), I promise you I’ll protect you from all those men”.

#haikyuu!!#hakyuu x reader #bokutou Koutarou x reader #fanfic #smut #lemon #fluff #reader

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writerseven · 4 years ago

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i would love commentary on the ending conversation between jason and bruce from present if you're willing (sorry i tried sending the actual passage but tumblr kept rejecting my ask for some reason when i actually pasted it) love your fics!!!

Thank you!! yeah tumblr is a nightmare, but no worries about not pasting the section; this works too! I'll include it here myself

When he returns to his bedroom, Jason is finally sitting up, hair still rumbled and face imprinted with the pillow's creases. He looks around the room before squinting up at Bruce.

(gonna be real I just love the contrast of Big Scary Jason having pillow imprints on his face. also I just found another typo from doing this booo)

“Where's the kid?” he asks.

Bruce raises his eyebrows in judgment. “It's Monday. He's at school.”

Jason, as always, falters and then steels back up at the implied insult to his intelligence. “Yeah. Right.”

Before he can wake up enough to become irritable, Bruce glides over to him for a deep and forceful kiss. Jason catches up after a moment, grasping handfuls of Bruce's shirt to hold him close, and then shoving him away.

In terms of word choice/little micro writing decisions, describing that judgmental 'he's at school' took me a minute. Even though this fic is 100% Bruce's PoV I originally imagined that moment more from Jason's, where it's easier to just describe Bruce as judgmental and Jason as upset. Writing it in Bruce's PoV unlocks all the underlying motivation—Bruce knows he's being a condescending dick, doesn't even think Jason is stupid, and just figures the insecurity will put Jason on the defensive—and I wildly over-explained all of that when I first wrote it

(A consistent problem for me: I am always trying to talk myself down from explaining too much, and reminding myself I can trust readers to put things together themselves. That's also just a good writing tip in general! Trust your readers to pay attention!)

“Alfred kept breakfast warm for you,” Bruce says, belaying whatever Jason meant to say and redirecting to safer topics. “I think he mentioned showing you the remodels to the library when he returns, if you're up for it.”

Jason grunts, shifting off the bed. “I'm taking a shower.”

It's not a no. Practically the same as agreement.

OKAY so writing any given scene is a lot easier when I know what I'm trying to accomplish with it, and this scene was for two things. The first was just to sort of establish time moving forward and give a baseline for what everybody will be doing.

Lure to present all take place over the weekend with very few pauses left to the imagination between events, but I knew I was going to jump ahead a little bit going forward (and switch temporarily away from the Bruce/Jason/Tim trio with Dick's PoV), so I wanted to briefly establish that Jason is still at the manor even with Tim gone, and Bruce is probably using various little activities and excuses (and Alfred) to keep him around. It may just be me, and I definitely get far more intense about time lines than most people, but I knew it would bug me if I didn't give some indication of where Jason would be and why. He probably wouldn't stick around without the Tim-excuse on his own, thus Bruce guiding to safe topics like “Alfred wants to show you stuff!”

(also: “It's not a no. Practically the same as agreement.“ he’s just the WORST)

“Jason,” Bruce says, stopping him as he reaches the bathroom doorway. He's had a month to adjust to it, but the mere ability to speak his son's name again still fills some part of his heart long left empty. “Last night was...” Revelatory. A perfect gift.

“Thank you," he finishes. "I don't know what I'd do without you.”

(two typos ughhhhhhhhhhhh)

The second goal was making that extremely unsubtle parallel between Bruce's manipulations of Jason and of Tim with I don't know what I'd do without you. There have definitely been some parallels already, but I really liked making it super blatant. (Hey remember three seconds ago when I said I tend to over-explain? Whoops. Hopefully this one was merited and enjoyable.) It's a comment on how awful Bruce is, but also a little bit how lazy he's gotten—he doesn't even need to come up with anything else, because he just uses the exact same line on both.

...the embarrassing addition here is that the first version I posted left it unclear who said that last line, which I didn't realize until a commenter referred to it as Jason speaking. 😬 Tbh the idea of Jason already knowing exactly what Bruce was going to say was super cool and interesting and I straight up wondered if that be better and I should canon-ize it—but ultimately it just doesn't work with where I'm pushing the characters. Unfortunately for Jason, as aware as he is of Bruce's manipulative tendencies in general, he completely fails—or perhaps subconsciously refuses—to notice Bruce is using them on him too.

Subtler parallel: Jason's initial confusion at Tim being gone, having completely forgotten about the concept of school, lightly mirrors Tim in the previous fic thinking about how strange and distant “real life” felt. (Though Jason has the excuse of, you know, not having school and a “normal” life since he died)

That sort of calls back to one of my favorite parallels (though probably not as noticeable since it's between fics)—Jason noting in surrogate that everybody brushing their teeth together is the weirdest thing he's done, and then Tim noting in prevaricator that seeing Jason eat breakfast like a normal person is the weirdest thing he's seen. They're both SO USED to this ridiculously fucked up situation that mundane and calm events are what register as wrong.

And jumping back for one last thing:

He's had a month to adjust to it, but the mere ability to speak his son's name again still fills some part of his heart long left empty.

I wanted to remind everyone that Jason's return was very recent (because I know typical batfic picks up awhile after it) but more importantly, I wanted to make it clear that Bruce really does...care about Jason.

It's a shitty, manipulative, controlling kind of care, but he loves his son. I've read various sorta similar fics where it turns out Bruce never liked Jason (or even arranged his death!!!) and I wanted to take very much the opposite path here. imo it's more twisted and more compelling the less black and white things are. Bruce isn't a heartless monster who only wants to abuse his kids and doesn't care for them; Bruce is a horrible person who abuses his kids but still fully believes he loves them in his own way, and would absolutely protect them from any danger (except, yknow, the danger Bruce poses himself).

This commentary is way longer than the actual passage, but hopefully y'all liked reading it as much as I liked rambling. Thanks for the ask, anon!!!

#7ask #anon #new ask game: send me sections with typos and see if i actually notice them on the fifth read through #props series

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dp-pastandpresent · 5 years ago

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Past and Present: Chapter 15

Sam woke up in her bed, covered in sweat and unable to remember how she had gotten there.

As she rolled over, she slowly began to recall the conversation between her grandmother and Danny, followed by her visit to Tucker, and then the graveyard.

The graveyard!

Why hadn't she thought to search out Danny before? After all, she knew he was from Amity Park and had to have a plot there. But the more she thought about what she discovered, the more she wished it had all been a dream.

Before she could contemplate it more though, a soft knock came at her door.

"Sammy, it's getting late, and I know you've had a rough weekend, but you need to get up."

Grandma.

"Go away!" Sam growled, turning over to face the wall. The last person she really wanted to see right now was HER.

But Sarah Manson was not one to take no for an answer, and instead opened the door and came in anyway, parking her scooter next to Sam's bed.

"Sam… please… we need to…"

"Talk! I think I heard enough of that yesterday! I really just need to be alone." Sam growled at the wall, trying her hardest to avoid making any contact with her visitor.

"I don't think you even heard the whole story yesterday dear, and even if you did, that was fifty years ago…"

"Fifty years or five, it still matters." Sam pouted.

Sarah was quiet for a bit, contemplating her next move, but not willing to give up just yet.

Finally, "You're right, it does. But you have to admit, this situation isn't normal by any means. After all, when…" she stopped, not willing to say the next part, for she hadn't spoken those words in so long.

Sam noticed the pause and slowly glanced at her grandma, seeing her glasses start to fog up once again.

"…Danny died," she finally said, then added, "well, no one ever expected him to come back…"

She did have to give her grandma some credit – who would ever expect to see the ghost of their former boy friend return, let alone fifty years later?

But that didn't mean she was ok with the whole thing.

"Just go, please," Sam said quietly, still refusing to catch her Grandma's eye.

Knowing she had lost, Sarah slowly backed out of the room, but not without one final say.

"Just know dear, whatever happens, I'm here for you."

Danny had spent the night in the graveyard. He'd found himself feeling tired for the first time since his return and found himself leaning against his own headstone and letting his mind race.

Danny had been so sure last night that the 'D x S' had meant 'Danny and Sarah'; the scratches seemed old, and he knew Sam had not found his grave until now.

But the more he thought about it, the more he wished he hadn't seen it. Sure, she probably scratched it in the day of the funeral, when she was still in love. And sure, fifty years had passed and she had found a family; he had known that for a while now. However, he still couldn't shake the conversations they had had yesterday.

"I never forgot you Danny! Never."

'And she didn't. She knew me right away, standing in that room, white hair and all.'

White hair. Green eyes. Cold body. A ghost.

That's what he was: a ghost. And for the first time since his resurrection, it finally hit him that he wasn't truly living; he hadn't been for awhile.

'What am I even doing here? Trying to save people but making a bigger mess than when I started. My mission was done the second that portal opened; I should have just turned around and gone back.'

'If you were supposed to go back, Clockwork wouldn't have shared those memories with you. You wouldn't have an innate sense to save people. And you wouldn't have been able to remove that amulet.'

Remembering the amulet, he quickly pulled it out of his pocket , holding it up to his face for a closer look.

From afar, it was a typical round, gold charm. But upon closer inspection, Danny noticed some small writing inscribed along the border in a language he couldn't decipher. In the center was a circle, and to his surprise, an emblem that seemed oddly familiar. How so, he could not place, but he knew he had seen it somewhere.

As he held up, it began to glow a faint green. After a moment, Danny noticed this green glow was transferring to his body as well.

Freaking out, he dropped it to the ground. His glow returned to normal. Danny was unsure what to do about this, but knew there was more to this trinket than met the eye.

'Do I dare keep carrying this thing around? It could be dangerous...' he found himself thinking has he looked down at the necklace on the ground, which was no longer glowing.

He knew the one place it could be kept safe: The same place he had been leaving other things. But would she really want to see him, especially now?

'She might not want to see you, but you NEED to see her.'

He needed Sam, that he knew. Having spent the night in the graveyard, surrounded by his past, he knew that even more certainly now. Something was pulling at him, forcing him to want her, NEED her.

But did she want him? It was hard to tell.

The way she had acted when she discovered the truth made him believe that she didn't.

But the flowers before him said otherwise.

A double edged sword: that's what he was facing. And no amount of ecto-energy could dull the blade.

"Sam! I didn't expect to see you again so soon! I'm not sure if we have anything for you today."

Maddie stood at the doorway, looking down at her guest with a hesitant smile on her face.

"It's ok Mrs. Fen- Maddie! I just needed to get out of the house. Mind if I come in, even if I just sweep a bit?"

Sam had finally gotten out of bed, a mission in her sights: now that she knew the connection with Danny and the Fentons, she was even more enthusiastic about "interning" at the lab.

'Maybe I can catch a glimpse of that computer…' she thought as Maddie led her downstairs.

But if she was going to, it wasn't going to be now, for Jack was once again staring intently at the computer screen, a glazed over look upon his face.

"Jack! Jack!" Maddie had to call multiple times before her husband finally looked up to see his wife glaring at him.

"Oh, sorry Mads! I just was trying to figure something out…" he said, his eyes darting between his wife and the computer.

Maddie raised her eyebrows curiously.

"This morning, when I came down, the ecto sensors were going off. Apparently someone, erm, thing, was here last night. There's ecto-DNA all over my computer!"

"But that's impossible dear. We closed the portal before we went to the…" Maddie stopped, not wanting to let too much slip in front of their guest.

'Where?'

"I don't know Maddie, maybe we let one slip. Or maybe it was one of those local ghosts? I still can't identify the DNA sample – it keeps coming back positive for me, and you know I'm not a ghost!" Jack seemed annoyed, like he should have solved the problem by now.

'Local ghost, Jack's imprint… Danny! He must have come here last night…'

Sam's mind was again reeling with this information; she wanted so badly to get her hands on that computer.

Maddie and Jack were still so wrapped in their own conversations, they didn't even see Sam slip by and wander over to one of the tables, where a new gadget lay.

"Jack, you don't think it's...?" Maddie said in a hushed voice, trying to hide their conversation from their visitor.

"It could be! But I can't know for sure until I do more tests, and our equipment isn't up to speed yet."

The gadget Sam was looking at seemed to be a boomerang, but was made of metal and had glowing sensors on it.

'Well, they definitely didn't get this in Australia, that's for sure.'

As she picked it up, it began to glow, emitting a low "whirrrr" sound.

"Sam! What in the world?"

The Fenton's private conversation came to a halt as the couple turned to face the young girl.

But before anyone could do anything, the device began to beep, telling the group that it had discovered something.

"OF COURSE!" Jack got up quickly and ran over to Sam, grabbing the device. "The Boooo-Merang!"

"The what?" Sam asked, still trying to get the hang of all the ghost lingo.

"It's something Jack invented. It picks up ecto-signitures and tells you where the ghosts are. But it's never worked before," Maddie said, as if she was tired of her husband inventing new things that never worked.

"Because there's never been a ghost in the lab since I invented it! Until now!"

'Wait? So this device, this Booo-Merang, it can find ghosts? Find Danny?'

She wasn't sure she wanted to find him, let alone allow the Fentons to. But she hadn't seen him since she ran out and was starting to soften up to the idea of more answers.

"If a ghost really visited last night, this will find it! I'm sure of it!"

Before Sam could even attempt to stop him, Jack threw the device up the stairwell, and to everyone's surprise, its jets propelled it up the stairs and out of sight.

"Jack… now what?" Maddie asked, both amused and frustrated with her husband's antics.

"Well… actually, I'm not sure. I know it will find the ghost, but I don't actually think I programmed it to bring it back to us…" Jack's smile quickly faded.

"So, basically, you just threw it, hoping it'd find a ghost, and that ghost would just happily bring it back to us?"

"Well when you put it that way… I think I need fudge…"

Jack lowered his head and began up the stairs, his wife following as they again forgot that they had a visitor.

'Man, if those two had children, they'd be able to get away with murder …'

Not that Sam cared, for she finally had the lab to herself. And Jack had left his computer on, completely password free.

Taking one last glance around, she quickly hopped into the chair and clicked the screen to life.

Jack had left his "DNA Identifier" open, although there was no real data to display.

'If he really wants to identify ghosts, he's going to have to start getting more samples…'

She hit the tiny horizontal line at the top and found herself on the desktop, loaded with game icons and various folders.

'Doom. Portal XL. Diner Dash? Really Jack?'

Reality sunk in as she realized she had no idea what she was looking for, having been so excited to get the chance to poke around that she hadn't thought of what would happen when she finally could.

'Blueprints. Ghost files, family photos…'

Sam let out a yawn, already ready to give up her search.

'Wait…. Family photos! Duh!'

She smacked her head as she clicked on the icon, and a familiar set of eyes appeared.

Even in black and white, she knew them the second she saw them. Gorgeous eyes that were lit up with a smile on the boy's face as his black hair fell forward. He had his hand around a girl, a couple years older, who was also smiling.

'Danny and Jazz' the caption read.

'So that's his sister, she looks just like him, eyes and all.'

After gazing at this black and white eyes a bit longer, she finally hit the 'next' arrow, only to be bombarded with more photos of her ghostly crush in his youth. Her eyes began to tear up.

'Stop Sam. You knew he had a childhood. Family. Life. You're stronger than this; don't let it get to you.'

'But you're not strong: that night at the dance proved it. Dash was barely worth it and yet you still chose to take your life. Again and again you've thought about it, and again and again he's saved you...'

And he always would. As she peered at the photos, she began to remember all the things they had done together and the bond they had begun to form. No amount of memories or time gaps could change the fact that he had saved her in more ways than one.

'Danny. You've always been so strong. Even as memories came back and things got unearthed, you always kept that smile on your face. And what did I do? I ran. I didn't even give you a chance to explain.'

Sam was crying now as she stared at an old family photo of the Fentons: Danny and Jazz both under the age of ten holding their parents' hands at the park.

'Danny. I'm sorry…'

She hit the 'next' key, ready for whatever was to come. But not fully ready for what she saw.

There he was. Sitting in the sandbox, again at a young age. But he wasn't alone this time. No, he had a companion.

'Grandma.'

Danny found himself outside the local burger joint, a small rumble coming from his stomach. He had been feeling it all day, but couldn't quite place what it meant until he managed to find where his senses told him he needed to be.

'That's not right though. Ghosts don't get hungry. Ghosts don't crave hamburgers. Ghosts don't EAT!'

But his stomach insisted otherwise as the smell of grease wafted from a nearby vent.

"Hmmmm burgers…"

He couldn't take it anymore; he had to at least go inside and let his cravings have their feast.

'Might not be able to eat it, but doesn't mean you can't SMELL it!'

Turning invisible, Danny flew through the wall and into the restaurant, finding his senses completely engulfed with the smell of French fries and burgers.

'Man, what I wouldn't give for just a bite of one of those,' he thought as a waitress walked through him with a tray of food.

And he was about to grab one off a nearby tray when a sudden crash stopped him. Turning around, he saw that one of the store windows was completely shattered, and several people staring in awe.

'What the…?'

That was all he could think before feeling something hit in the head and falling to the ground.

#danny phantom #sam manson #dpau #danny phantom au #danny phantom fanficton #phanfiction #danny phantom fanfic

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slapegg · 6 years ago

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Quick Critique: Guacamelee 2

I highly recommend playing Guacamelee 1 first, which is a-okay because it's one of my favorite PS3 games. The intro to G2 is a bit on the slow side but by the time you hit the first dungeon, things are popping off and the challenge rooms are right up there with the ones from the end of Guac 1. When Guacamlee decides to get difficult, it has an amazing ability to be teeth-grindingly frustrating while making you laugh and have fun at the same time. G1 had hard bonus rooms, but it was a fair hard because you can see what they're going for and what they want you to do, you just need to up your skills and be able to do it. For a game about tight platforming and really impactful upgrade abilities, the first new ability in G2 is pretty bad. It's not fun, it's finicky, and you don't have complete control over it at all times. The best sequences the game has are you expertly stringing together your moves to weave through intricate hazards but the new power is a fling move that's based on your angle away from the grapple point so it feels... physics-y when all your other moves are super tight. How far away you can be from a grapple point to activate the move feels random or unresponsive at the worst of times and it leaves you repeating puzzles because it wouldn't activate at the proper angle and you dropped to your doom or flung yourself too high and into spikes. G2's hardest challenge is a heavily timed segment using the fling move over and over but I died over and over because the character would grapple the air instead of grabbing the grapple point or the grapple point behind me would activate instead of the one I wanted to grab. The entire segment lacked the tension of the original Tule Tree because I felt like I was fighting the game and controls rather than the objective. You can't customize your controls and the default isn't great. Part of the problem is that there are just too many controls and combinations of buttons. You have multiple special moves mapped to the same button, which is fine and works well, but then you have a different state to morph into and that has its own set of special moves, and then there's a second special move button related to wall moves, and changing dimensions on top of that. The controls are a mess. If all they did was cut out the chicken state, I think I'd be cool with it. It was a funny joke in the first game but now that they've tried to turn it into a major gameplay element, it's just more clutter than fun.

The art is a mixed blessing. Drinkbox is up to some sorcery with how amazing they are at applying lighting effects to 2D objects. The game just looks fantastic and awash in colors and sparkles everywhere you look. But that also means a lot of scenes are overloaded with lights and objects fighting for your focus. You'll frequently run into hazards that are hard to pick out or get hit by a projectile that passed behind some effect or decoration and you couldn't see it until it was too late. there will be fights where multiple enemies with different kinds of shields, fire, and explosions or other VFX will all overlap and you lose track of it all and can't see your character. You just kind of button mash and hope you make your way out for a breather.

The new story and characters are good, but they don't have the impact of the original villains. Every member of Calaca's crew was memorable and Calaca himself was a fun really evil villain. In G2, only one member of the bad guy's crew is any fun and Salvador himself barely feels like an entity. You never see him do anything other than posture. For the vast vast majority of the game, your task is to hunt down a dying man. Yeah, he's evil and all but if you just stalled, he'd probably drop dead on his own. Not much a menacing figure. The overall story leans heavy on multiverse shenanigans but they don't have much fun with it. It just leads to lots of Family Guy quality references and doubles down on the goat guy, who continues to be just the worst. They do let you switch costumes practically from the start and you get to play as X'tabay! But her hair is tied up in a bun! BOOO! She has amazing video game hair, let it flow like the majestic waterfall that it is.

As mentioned, Guacamelee 2 is still loaded down with references again, but they're more heavily video gamey than just memes this time so that's... better. In the first ten minutes, they hit you with Limbo to Bad Dudes to Double Dragon to River City Ransom to Bad Dudes AGAIN. It's a really bad first impression ,but it thankfully cools down a little bit after that but there's still a steady stream of it everywhere you go. When you're free of the references, the game is actually very funny so I don't know why they're leaning on these lazy references. Guacamelee has one of the most likable representations of Satan and there are characters whose whole bit is that they tell terrible skeleton-based puns but those bad puns are funnier than any of the TV and game references crammed in. There's a whole area devoted to mocking the players that complained about the use of memes in the first game but... most of the complaints are legitimate. There were too many memes, they weren't funny, they were outdated by the time most people played the game, and the rest of the writing was better than relying on a Robot Chicken level reference to an Internet picture. None of those complaints are invalid but the game expects you to take the developer's side and think the people telling the company to not use memes are the ones that are wrong and jerks.

The writing feels less like a celebration of Mexican culture than the first game. G1 felt like it was honoring Mexican lore but having some loving fun with it but G2 falls back on stereotypes and tacos a bit too quickly.

I got every Trophy save for two. One requires you to juggle an enemy six times in a row with a specific move, but if you've maxed out all your skills all the enemies die before you get to six hits. The other trophy is for beating the game on hard, but... I don't know if I really want to play through it a second time. Maybe I'll get bored on the weekend and get the Platinum, but Guac 1 left me wanting more and Guac 2 wore out its welcome. I was able to beat it 100% in just under 9 and a half hours. That puts me at number 22 on the Speed Run leaderboards but the game wouldn't let me upload my time. Even though I'm connected to the Internet, it keeps telling me I'm not and prompting me to connect. If the game won't let me upload a score because I don't have PS Plus, that is some serious BS. Every dungeon seemed like you could cut out a third of it and it would be a lot better.

G2 is a good game, but it's not as good as the first one. That's still good praise. Guacamelee 1 is one of the best PS3 games, so for the sequel to be good but not one of the best, they still made a fine game that's worth your time. But where I'd recommend Guacamelee 1 to anybody to show why this is my favorite genre, I'd only recommend Guac 2 to somebody that's already a fan. They succumbed to the pressures of a sequel. Instead of just taking what was great about the first game and just making more of it (which is all I wanted), they added extra features that weren't as refined and the game feels a bit cluttered for it, but then the maps are so much bigger that I was discouraged from doing multiple mid-game clean-ups for chests and upgrades. You can't just make your map bigger without having more fast travel and a better way to track progress. The music is good, but all the best tracks are just remixes of the first game. I regularly listen to G1's soundtrack, but with G2 it's hard to pick out what's new and different. Guac 1 just needed to get rid of the memes, have the final boss fights not be total trash, and improve the late game combat so it wasn't just slapping shields on existing enemies and pumping up their health. For all the areas that G2 could have improved upon the original, they ignored those things and didn't fix the original's main problems.

#guacamelee #guacamelee 2 #drinkbox #drinkbox studios

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studying-succulents · 7 years ago

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hi everyone! i just finished my first week of school, and i’m starting my hardest class of all, which is IB History II World Topics SL - otherwise known as just topics, which is a history class. it’s a very lecture, reading, and essay writing heavy class. sooo if you have a class like that, here are some tips!

do the readings before the lecture! my teacher uploads everything up on blackboard so they’re available at any time. Reading them before hand really helps to connect more information and allows you to fill in some gaps.

annotate the readings! reading these 20-page readings can get really boring, really quick. Ii annotate them with lots of colors and drawings to help me focus and pull my attention the important details.

take lecture notes on a computer. if you have a laptop available, take notes on a program like OneNote. I can type a lot faster than I can write. It also gives my hands a break from writing, since I strain my hand with excessive writing. if you don’t have a laptop, i recommend writing notes with lots of shorthand. don’t worry about the neatness and the look of your notes because you can always...

rewrite your notes! I always do this after class, usually on the weekend. this gives me time to go over the material again and piece information together from the reading and the lecture.

change the way you think about the information. thinking about history the way your textbook sounds really boring. Like “The most important influence on Nicholas II in the aftermath of Bloody Sunday was Witte who was brought back into office... It was Witte who told the tsar that he had to either grant some democratic reforms or to create a military dictatorship.” Booo! that’s boring. change it up - I think about it using a lot of slang tsar: whoops, that’s a mess, bring back my boi Witte witte: dude grant some DEMOCRATIC CONCESSIONS this really helps me remember key points involving people and makes it more fun! please don’t write like this in your essays though. Alright - have fun with learning history!!

#studyblr #study tips #SwisM4 #my posts #school success #notes #helpful #ib #history #topics

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thestickchick · 8 years ago

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Here's how my week of training, writing, teaching, and miscellaneous Filipino Martial Arts-y goodness went.

What have you been up to this week? THE WEEK DAY-BY-DAY: Saturday: Tournament day! Students from Mid-Cities Arnis and Hidden Sword Martial Arts competed in the Monica Lopez Charity Tournament. Our schools did really well - one of my MCA students took third in weapons, and I took third in black belt weapons. Sunday: My inlaws are in town, so we spent the day with them. Monday: Caught up on chores. Tuesday: Class at Mid-Cities Arnis. Introduced our students to the new sinawali patterns they are to know for their next ranks. We had a new student start in the adult class, so I spent my time working with her. Wednesday: Arnis class at Hidden Sword Martial Arts. Since we are going to a Kombatan camp in a few weeks, my teacher decided to review some high-level Kombatan material; stuff he's never taught in our classes before. I got to see some completely new drills - yay! Thursday: Went to urgent care with an earache - I have ear infections in both ears (booo) but I have meds that are helping me now (yay). Taught class at Mid-Cities Arnis. We had a new parent in our Family class so I worked with her. In adult class I taught our new student single sinawali. Friday: Stick sparring class! Our new family class student sparred for the first time. Fun night!

Team Mid-Cities Arnis after our tournament. Great job girls!

BLOGGY GOODNESS:

Here's the new posts or reshared older posts I sent out this week: Monday: Three Reasons Tournaments are Great (for Non-Competitive People) Tuesday: Thanks to the Martial Arts Widow(er) Wednesday: 4 Myths About the Martial Arts (Non-Martial Artists and Newbies Believe) Thursday: Finding My Place Friday: FACE-OFF FRIDAY: Alive Training OTHER STUFF THAT I SAW/DID: Marc MacYoung has been updating and adding content to his No Nonsense Self Defense blog. You really should spend some time over there if you're interested in the topic of self defense. No Nonsense Self Defense My teacher posted videos of the new drill - called the Freestyle Pattern - that I mentioned above (Wednesday), He's learning it with a friend from GGM Ernesto Presas in 2002. There's a few more on his YouTube channel:

If you run across cool martial arts stuff you think I should see, please do post them in the comments!

FINAL THOUGHTS OF THE WEEK:

Today I go over to Dallas to train in kobudo. Tomorrow we teach another session of Women's Self Defense. I'm also hoping to squeeze in a viewing of "Wonder Woman". Busy week, busy weekend! So what did YOU do this week? What did you train? What did you teach? Did you see any really cool martial arts stuff online? Let me know!

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Monday Wake-Up Call: World Series ads and a holiday spot from Ikea (yes, already)

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Monday Wake-Up Call: World Series ads and a holiday spot from Ikea (yes, already)

The Boston Red Sox celebrating their World Series win. Credit: Harry How/Getty Images

Welcome to Ad Age’s Wake-Up Call, our daily roundup of advertising, marketing, media and digital news. You can get an audio version of this briefing on your Alexa device. Search for “Ad Age” under “Skills” in the Alexa app.

What people are talking about today: The Boston Red Sox are World Series champs – again. Boston beat the Los Angeles Dodgers 5-1 Sunday in Game 5, scoring a fourth World Series victory in 15 years. For what it’s worth, there was a lot of social media griping about Fox Sports running brief ads on part of the screen while the game continued. The tactic isn’t new anymore, but many viewers still find it jarring. Kristin Lemkau, CMO of JPMorgan Chase (and Red Sox fan), weighed in last week on Twitter: “Dear @FOXSports – As both a fan and an advertiser, I very much dislike these in-game ads.” Another complaint Sunday: “These mid-inning ads during an at bat violate the essential drama of baseball.” And here’s an all-caps POV: “BOOO IN GAME ADS IN THE 9TH INNING OF A WORLD SERIES GAME. BOOOOOOO.”

The abridged version If you missed the Association of National Advertisers’ big annual conference in Orlando, check out Ad Age’s five takeaways from the “Masters of Marketing” conference, which ended Saturday. There was talk about the FBI’s probe into agencies’ media-buying practices — “a very serious investigation,” as ANA’s general counsel told attendees, warning that agencies could risk fraud charges. Meanwhile, marketers spent a lot of time promoting their in-house shops, as E.J. Schultz, Adrianne Pasquarelli and Jack Neff write. For example, they write, Hershey CMO Jill Baskin

“touted the candy marketer’s in-house content studio that launched five months ago. By shooting some ads in-house, Hershey pumps out content more quickly, she said. ‘I am here to tell you anyone can do this,’ she said.” For agencies, the buzz about in-house shops is an uncomfortable development.

Also: Investment banker Terry Kawaja of Luma Partners talked to Ad Age Editor Brian Braiker about “one of the the biggest changes going on in marketing” — the trend of direct-to-consumer brands, famous examples of which include Airbnb and Dollar Shave Club. Watch their conversation here.

Good tidings It’s a bit early for holiday ads – it’s not even Halloween yet. But if you’re in need of some goodwill and holiday spirit, check out Ikea’s new U.S. ad from Ogilvy New York and Sweetshop. As Ad Age’s Adrianne Pasquarelli writes, the brand’s warm, cozy spot celebrates families that are diverse in terms of religion, ethnicity and age. “Our holidays don’t all look the same—maybe that’s what makes us great,” the voiceover says. In 2018, in America, that doesn’t seem like a throwaway line.

Gab What is the Gab social media platform? Robert Bowers, suspected of killing 11 people and wounding six in a shooting at a Pittsburgh synagogue this weekend, had reportedly posted anti-Semitic messages there. The Washington Post says Gab has become a “haven for white supremacists, neo-Nazis and other adherents to extreme ideologies that have found themselves increasingly unwelcome on Twitter and Facebook.” Gab, which describes itself as “an ad-free social network for creators who believe in free speech,” has condemned the shooting. Late Sunday, the platform was inaccessible; a message from Gab says it is transitioning to a new hosting provider. “We have been systematically no-platformed by App Stores, multiple hosting providers, and several payment processors,” the message says. Something to know: Gab founder Andrew Torba also co-founded digital advertising startup Kuhcoon, later known as Automate Ads. It was bought last year by competitor AdHawk. According to a TechCrunch story at the time, AdHawk was interested in Automate Ads’ technology but didn’t bring anybody from the company on board. In other social media news: Cesar Altieri Sayoc, suspected of mailing bombs to prominent Democrats, also has a social media history that’s under scrutiny now. The Wall Street Journal says he allegedly “sent threatening messages on Twitter to a political analyst. She reported the tweet to the company, which left the message up—a decision it apologized for this weekend.”

Just briefly: Big spender: IBM is buying software maker Red Hat. Bloomberg News calls it IBM’s “$33.4 billion bet on jump-starting its efforts to catch up in the cloud.”

Question mark: It’s unclear at this point who will step in for Megyn Kelly on NBC this morning after her slot on “Today” was cancelled. “NBC News won’t say who will be filling in on Monday,” CNN’s Reliable Sources newsletter says.

Hitting pause: California’s strict new net neutrality law is temporarily on hold. CNN.com reports: “The state’s attorney general has agreed not to enforce its new law — aimed at preventing internet providers from favoring certain websites and apps — while a lawsuit plays out in Washington.”

Ad of the day: Shoe startup Allbirds has a quirky new campaign from Anomaly Los Angeles. As Ad Age’s Adrianne Pasquarelli writes, one ad is about a man with a strange, overpowering compulsion to “meet the sheep whose wool went into his shoes.” Yes, it’s quite unusual — watch it here.